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Oct 2015
Face is black
but cleaner than it's ever been
mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me all, wear have been
whiter then white
sun tan needed
late night eye's a bleeding
burning light, the candle both ends
working to hard
dizzy feeling
to much abuse
that's all I need
mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me how old
I have become
reflection of what I was before
I was a flower blooming every day
and yet,
Mirror,mirror on the wall
you do not stare back
I have just become old
I think
as listen to the tick tock of the clock
Mirror
you do not lie.
P@ul.   Get your surreal heads around this one.   ***.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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